The Niffler looked at Newt as a puppy looked at its owner, and she thought that Newt's reaction was much the same. It was difficult to be angry at a being that looked at one in that manner.

"She would agree with you that she is magnificent, and I could not disagree with her," Eowyn noted as she patted Bleod's neck. "She is descended of the Mearas, and all those of her lineage know their value."

She realized that Newt would not know the Mearas, so she explained further.

"The Mearas are a lineage of horses that are known to surpass other horses in strength, speed, and intelligence. The purest of the Mearas may be ridden only by the king of my land and his sons."